Entrance

The Magbots arrive. They show up in groups of twenty or so, walking in double-file lines, to allow for Remnant's security to process the bots with greater ease. The automatons are largely unarmed, insomuch as they can be, of course. Those with weapons built into their chassis have had ammunition drained and/or deactivated, whereas those with chainsaw arms and such just had to have the things unscrewed before they could come.

While Magtok probably didn't have to effectively neuter each and every Magbot like this, he figured it was probably for the best that he did so. For once, this day isn't about him. Using the wedding invitations as an excuse to show off the martial prowess of MagCorp would just be obnoxious, and while he's not on thin ice with Remnant at the moment, he'd feel a lot safer if the metaphorical skating rink was just a few inches thicker.

It's not like he has to worry about security anyway. I mean, this is the Remnant base. He's seen what these forces are capable of, and can't think of a single force in the Nexus that could possibly outmatch their dedicated combination of skill, training, and technology. If someone stirs up trouble, the Magbots won't be needed to back up anyone; it'll be over before Mag can even give the order to open fire.

As for the Magbots themselves, they're just happy to have a day off from work for once in their lives, and ecstatic that Sunny cared enough to invite every single one of them. They get to show up to a real live wedding, full of real people doing people-ish wedding things!